[Closed] Ageless
Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 8:30 pm
40th of Vortas, 2718
VIENDA | MORNING
VIENDA | MORNING
I[/color]t was the morning of the fortieth that Charity awoke before the man, blissfully having the day together, a break from working and from escaping the darkness that nipped at their heels. Today, she devoted herself to giving Rhys a birthday he would never forget.
It had been awfully hard to get the Hoxian woman downstairs to truly understand what she was looking for the days prior, describing as best as possible and pushing a concord into the woman's hands with a warm smile and a nod.
“It won’t be in the market place, you understand? You’ll need to visit the place I told you about in the Court. Specifically. It should be ready to pay for, they already know you’re coming on my behalf, just tell them that its on behalf of Miss D’Arthe, okay?” The noodle house owner had tucked the coin away and chuckled.
“You surprise. Make happy. Day of birth happy.” Charity had nodded with a shy smile, before letting the woman go to make the pick up. She’d taken the time to scry, Good Lady it had been a long time since she’d done it, and organised the tall Seventen’s gift for his twenty eighth birthday. Twenty eight. For the first time ever, the currently brunette galdor would be able to celebrate his turning of the years, perhaps not as openly or as lavishly as she might like but it was better than nothing.
And now the day was here, the captain’s daughter rolled on her side, watching the wick as he slept in the bed they currently shared without shame or regards for social proprieties. Her dark locks curled in a mussed state starkly around her pale face, and her gold flecked violet eyes searched his face, seemingly at peace in his slumber. Alioe, she loved him. Her heart wanted to burst with the way she felt. He wasn’t just some man, some slow-burn fling. He was her happiest moments of her childhood, he was her only friend and her lover. He’d saved her from too much, too many times. He was her hero, and her protector. If she could give him the world, she would. Leaning on her elbow, Charity reached out to stroke a strawberry blonde lock from his forehead, letting her fingers trail over his cheek before resting on his chest and leaning over to kiss his temple.
“Hey, Mister Valentin, rise and shine.” She whispered in his ear, cuddling closer with a chuckle and a hum, poking the man in the ribs if he wouldn’t rouse just enough to tickle.
“Mmm…if you don’t wake up you’ll never get to experience the delights of my cooking.” The galdor teased, absolutely aware that her ‘cooking’ was in fact a box of bakery fresh delights that she had organised with the Hoxian’s help. They should be waiting for the couple downstairs, when the decided to leave the safety of the bedroom. From there, Charity had wished to take Rhys for a day in Vienda, or the Stacks, the specifics not yet entirely locked down. She had coin in her purse, her own coin collected from the city bank, and she wanted badly to treat the man to a day where he didn’t have to worry or think about anything other than enjoying the day.
Shifting under the covers, the petite creature climbed over the man, keeping the sheets and blanket on them both with a giggle. Holding his face between her hands, Charity kissed him again, grinning mischievously.
“Is there anything at all you could possibly want today, Rhys? Anything at all. If you could have it, what would it be?” Her gift, so cleverly organised, was stored safely for later. Part of the woman wanted to give it to him now, but most of her was more excited about making it a surprise and therefore, it would be for later. After the day. It made her nervous thinking about it. Would he like it? Would he hate it? Tocks...just stop thinking Charity.
“Well?” The pianist asked again, sitting back and raising a brow at the man impatiently, resting her arms on the mattress beside his hips and bouncing impatiently like a child.
It had been awfully hard to get the Hoxian woman downstairs to truly understand what she was looking for the days prior, describing as best as possible and pushing a concord into the woman's hands with a warm smile and a nod.
“It won’t be in the market place, you understand? You’ll need to visit the place I told you about in the Court. Specifically. It should be ready to pay for, they already know you’re coming on my behalf, just tell them that its on behalf of Miss D’Arthe, okay?” The noodle house owner had tucked the coin away and chuckled.
“You surprise. Make happy. Day of birth happy.” Charity had nodded with a shy smile, before letting the woman go to make the pick up. She’d taken the time to scry, Good Lady it had been a long time since she’d done it, and organised the tall Seventen’s gift for his twenty eighth birthday. Twenty eight. For the first time ever, the currently brunette galdor would be able to celebrate his turning of the years, perhaps not as openly or as lavishly as she might like but it was better than nothing.
And now the day was here, the captain’s daughter rolled on her side, watching the wick as he slept in the bed they currently shared without shame or regards for social proprieties. Her dark locks curled in a mussed state starkly around her pale face, and her gold flecked violet eyes searched his face, seemingly at peace in his slumber. Alioe, she loved him. Her heart wanted to burst with the way she felt. He wasn’t just some man, some slow-burn fling. He was her happiest moments of her childhood, he was her only friend and her lover. He’d saved her from too much, too many times. He was her hero, and her protector. If she could give him the world, she would. Leaning on her elbow, Charity reached out to stroke a strawberry blonde lock from his forehead, letting her fingers trail over his cheek before resting on his chest and leaning over to kiss his temple.
“Hey, Mister Valentin, rise and shine.” She whispered in his ear, cuddling closer with a chuckle and a hum, poking the man in the ribs if he wouldn’t rouse just enough to tickle.
“Mmm…if you don’t wake up you’ll never get to experience the delights of my cooking.” The galdor teased, absolutely aware that her ‘cooking’ was in fact a box of bakery fresh delights that she had organised with the Hoxian’s help. They should be waiting for the couple downstairs, when the decided to leave the safety of the bedroom. From there, Charity had wished to take Rhys for a day in Vienda, or the Stacks, the specifics not yet entirely locked down. She had coin in her purse, her own coin collected from the city bank, and she wanted badly to treat the man to a day where he didn’t have to worry or think about anything other than enjoying the day.
Shifting under the covers, the petite creature climbed over the man, keeping the sheets and blanket on them both with a giggle. Holding his face between her hands, Charity kissed him again, grinning mischievously.
“Is there anything at all you could possibly want today, Rhys? Anything at all. If you could have it, what would it be?” Her gift, so cleverly organised, was stored safely for later. Part of the woman wanted to give it to him now, but most of her was more excited about making it a surprise and therefore, it would be for later. After the day. It made her nervous thinking about it. Would he like it? Would he hate it? Tocks...just stop thinking Charity.
“Well?” The pianist asked again, sitting back and raising a brow at the man impatiently, resting her arms on the mattress beside his hips and bouncing impatiently like a child.